we held down miles of my own vomit just to get my rocket in the pocket of every pretty lady in town.



(maybe no one hugged me enough as a child, or maybe someone did to much)



complain to the scissors, bite the shirt sleeve.

let's see the look on your face when i make it work.

if every woman was a continent, i would be napoleon.

yeah your body's the sea for me to navigate.

i want to be the superb qualities to your three pronged fingertips.

i'll be the ashtray to love's unfiltered cigarettes, the k-9 nose in your crotch.

i want to watch you undress through the key hole.

you make me cum like never before.

blah blah blah blah